Growing up in the hood as a hard knock I never knew nothing too much about young My only concern was making my money and running these streets as a thug Instead of the birds and bees, I always talk to murderers and the G's That coldness inside me, but I ain't trying to hurt nobody Temptation is keeping me steadily going under And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder Cause I done caused so much hurt and pain to some that ain't deserve a thang If I could change that, it would all be rearranged But what's done is done and I paid the price and now I'm like, Help me Lord, to better my life, my life Just give me the chance to prove the world that I can be the man that I am And I plan, on keeping it realer, really slow and steady